Lyrics:
Hollywood... tell me something: have you ever met Davey Jones? or Bobby Sherman?
No.. no, I ..
I mean... David Cassady, he's so...
Jimmy Greenspoon, once I...
Jones' wife
Gave me a brand new Cadillac
That's why I gotta move
I gotta get out of my neighborhood
I tell you the people
They tell lies on me
Hey
Flavors, colors
Colors on colors, that's flavors
Colors on colors, that's flavors
Hey, hey hey hey hey drip drip drip drip
I'm drippin' sauce on my
so I’ma need you to come closer
Closer, now you right here where you 'pose to
Oh! Hey, there she go
That’s the one I’ve got to know
Such a cutie
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
Ayo Bin$on got the drip
Hey
From the Mo to the 4, from the Mo to the 4
Where you from, where you from, throw it up, let 'em know
Bingo from the North
always be
Hardcore country
Hey now, listen up
I'm not the kind of girl that ever gives up
If anybody tries to bring me down
They'll be pickin'
of blunt scissors! hey-hey!
Yes, and in the parking lot across the street from the
One fifth avenue hotel (in between a pair of customized trucks where
Janet, Tierra Whack (let your body move to the music)
Missy, Diana, Grace Jones
Aretha, Anitha, Grace Jones (hey, hey, hey)
Helen Folasade Adu, Jilly
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
Ocean Avenue, sunset was a satin blue, aye-aye-aye
Two tabs, unwrapped 'em loose, who else could it happen to?
Time passes by, green grass is fine
anything can happen
(Just for talking that shit)
Now watch us go platinum
(And keep talking that shit)
By the time it sets in I be a veteran
Setting
fucking bones 'cause I don't eat my meal
Baby I am Brian Jones, I just wanna keep it real so
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get
BlackDog/ Whole Lotta Love
Black Dog
Writers: John Paul Jones, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
Hey hey mama said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat,
Come on!
Jim Jones where you at baby?
Juelz Santana (I feel good right now man)
This is music right here
Once again where you at
I feel like
somebody
Slowly jumpin' down
See two women
See two women
Walkin' hand by hand
Hey now mama, you see
See two women, they
Walkin' hand by hand
They just
that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for
the paper, walked away with my key
Two years and we're underwater
Mr. Jones nowhere to be found
The banker came by, put a lock on my door
And said, don't be
Jones (cappo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you say up on those fucking phones
Be quiet
Touchdown
And get ya
And every now and then ol' Willie would grin and say
'Hey you play alright' (and that made me feel so good)
I remember the best times of all when Saturday
And gave into the original Jones, sex.
Now my sexy Jones was below sea level
The hornies occupied my being
I was at that stage where most men would say,
now and then ol' Willie would grin and say
'Hey you play alright' (and that made me feel so good)
I remember the best times of all when Saturday came
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
a product of the system
[BLOODY MARY]
Bickin' it back being bool
Yeah, that's what my homie said
Rollin' down by the boulevard finna bust a see-K
That's
.JPG/300px-2brothersonthe4thfloor_(cropped).JPG "2 Brothers on the 4th Floor")
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